Chapter XXXIV

He now before King Arthur's throne,
Knelt with obeisance grave;
A thousand bright eyes on him shone,
As they shine upon the brave.

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"Rise up," the noble Arthur said,
"Sir Jack, a Baron bold;"
And he placed upon the champion's head
A coronet of gold.

"This Princess fair shall be thy bride,
Our cousin, by my fay;
And let the nuptial knot be tied
This morn without delay."